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Only through pitiful eyes does my heart sing,

It screams and moans quietly in my chest

Waiting to be stolen by a petty thief.

Full of charm and grace he will glide

No need for tools or cunning ness,

While placing his icy fingers against my burning skin.

This dream so vivid i thought I'd died

Yet when i woke

My eyes found his sleeping face with ease

And his gentle snores were music

To my barely beating heart.





(sorry i put it in wrong place frst time)

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icedrgn5020
00:50 Feb 20 2009

very creative i like it

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